Refreshment

It is fall. The sky is a rich blue far above. The yellow leaves carpet the forest floor. The light shines through the trees scattering speckles of light all around. There is a little brook. The water gently runs over the stones. It bubbles and babbles. It is clear, shining water. The bottom so clearly visible. The air is fresh and crisp. Jesus and I are walking slowly along the brook. Pausing frequently to commune together. There are no words. He gently steadies my elbow as I stumble on the roots. He gives me a hand up on the steeper parts. I feel expended and tired, though we are not walking fast or labouring hard. My mouth is dry. Jesus motions for me to sit. He comes down beside me. He scoops the water out of the brook, gesturing with His head, willing me to drink. I lean over. The cold fresh waters touches my lips. I drink. The water drips from His hands but they always seem full. I drink slowly. The water glides down my throat. AH... refreshment flows over me. And I look at those hands - with the nail scars red and deep. And I know His love - I am restored.